Depression Poems
It doesn’t take much
by Kaylee Wilson
One sad song
one not even meant to be sad
One bittersweet moment
one not meant to linger
One small fragment of a feeling
one that I meant to let go
I don’t want to keep it
I never looked for it
I never sought it out
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at the gate
by Jenna Lee
sinking back
back into old ways
another crumbled star falls to waste
another try,
dying to get on to the right pace
lying to my face, laying in disgrace
it's in bad taste to chase a life unlivable
or blame God, cause I'm just as unforgivable
so I carry this skin and bones with pride,
through the pain, through the pain
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Without a voice
by Kaylee Wilson
All the words
that never left my mouth
creep through my veins
filling the hollows of my mind
and my lungs with stone
encasing the very essence of me
in lead
weighing me down
as the murky depths
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Reasons To Kill Myself
by Frangipani Rhett
My dad is a creep
My mom is a sucker
They're doing the best they can but I guarantee they could do it better
I hate living at home
I wanna live in Bali
I'm stuck in this circumstance
I was five minutes late now they're gonna fire me
I'm old now and single
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raccoon
by Bogdan Dragos
always cold in the north
perhaps coming here
was a
mistake after all
It's not so much the weather as
it is the ever gray sky
It favors depression
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82. Off The Walls
by Kea Campbell
Can you wait, or is it time to lash out from hate?
They manipulate and degrade your brain until the cancer takes over and mental illness starts to control you and rash emotions disown your logic until there's no more room for the kind side of you.
But you fight back until the flashbacks cut loose to past relapses and on my arms I read maps and I'm retracing old paths because I've seen these patterns before and now they're reborn just to let me tour for four years what it's like to restore my core only to find out that that time was pre-war to this year's deplore.
I'm hurdling redundancy and ducking self-destruction like Temple Run running from peers but the light flickers dim like a BIC and every time I look back and to the front I consider reversing the roles to play the hunter.
Oops, I meant haunter because it's the little things that make or break your sane until the only options are "It's fine, I'm okay" or planning the date you pave your fate to the grave.
Watch out for Lady Karma when you start dumping your drama like trauma from childhood but that's no excuse for the Hell you put me through because if you're consuming my lyrical bis with reiteration permits you're old enough to quit playing victim and narcissist and egoist;
Well shoot, here's a list: self-proclaimed Jesus' kid, two faced, evil, villain, r(e)aper (of joy), dishonest, fake friend who's in it to win it but 'it' is a Hell ticket, one-way, so enjoy the adult beverages and good luck with the glass of flames.
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THE HANGED MAN OF BENIN CITY
by Christabel Eze
The hanged man of benin city, tired of the pain in his gums from chewing on the insides of his mouth.
He stands in his doorway, ignoring greetings from neighbors and shuffling his feet every second.
His children are like mosquitoes, sucking the blood and energy from his already weak body.
His dark fingers have seen days of working without pay, his nails are broken from hammering into walls of customers that will pay later.
His eyes are open but his vision is blurry, his ears are ringing.
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Without a voice
by Kaylee Wilson
All the words
that never left my mouth
creep through my veins
filling the hollows of my mind
and my lungs with stone
encasing the very essence of me
in lead
weighing me down
as the murky depths
......
It doesn’t take much
by Kaylee Wilson
One sad song
one not even meant to be sad
One bittersweet moment
one not meant to linger
One small fragment of a feeling
one that I meant to let go
I don’t want to keep it
I never looked for it
I never sought it out
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79. Still Adjacent
by Kea Campbell
Pardon my bluntly put, but people won't endure your fits and pricks much too long.
Even the wolves won't bite your lies. They're not afraid—they'll blitz your prongs.
The same thought creeps around my consciousness like an intruder in my home away from home,
Because there's a con in my house; a mole next door. I fancy a safe space and peace—all alone
Contouring your entourage is a classic precocious assimilation tactic.
Polygraphs haunt you in your sleep because you worship gossip as if it’s a situational prophylactic.
Your narc addiction is narcissistic. Strangers defy perspective and get hooked into your rave,
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